Chapter 52: The Clash at Twilight
The sun was about to set; soon the Golden Lands would be enveloped by the impossible to see through darkness. Azrael wasn’t going to continue his flight in the middle of the night. What kept him alive was his line of sight, if that sense were blocked, he struggled to imagine how he could put up a fight if an enemy decided to ambush him.
Just when he was thinking about where he should spend the night, a scream caught his attention.
He grimaced, his gaze shifting to the north—the sound had come from the ruined kingdom territory.
Going there wasn’t advised, especially alone and when night was about to descend.
’But the scream sounded human... And no one sane would scream like that in the middle of nowhere unless they were about to die.’
Since Azrael had Cinder with him, he reassured himself he could fly away should something truly catastrophic happen.
So he decided to go near the source.
The farther he flew north, the clearer the screaming became. It wasn’t one that pleaded for help, but a panicked one. Like death was already more than certain.
Picking up the sounds of fighting, he narrowed his eyes, focusing ahead.
Four Chosen, two wounded severely, while the other two were struggling to hold their stand against an abomination.
A monster with an appearance similar to a horse, shrouded in a dark robe that both concealed the true shape of its body and allowed it to blend perfectly with the ground, charged at them.
One of the uninjured Chosen raised a wall made out of the earth, while the other shot with her bow.